So I went to work today, and it was evil and horrible because we (again) didn’t have half the stuff we needed, and frankly I hate cleaning. All things cleaning can go and die in a hole, and I’d be much happier.
Anyway, my theme today is friends. I haven’t always had the best track record with friends and quite frankly the idea of meeting new people can be slightly nauseating. However, in certain circumstances this changes and I either have to talk to new people (prompting confident chatty me), or I meet someone that I really feel happy around. I had it recently where I met someone at work but it never got to the actual “friends” stage because I stopped working there.
One of the things that I don’t think I will ever understand is why it takes a big event before people come out of the woodwork to talk to you. I got engaged and a load of people that I haven’t seen or spoken to in ages congratulated me and wanted to catch up. One of my friends’ cousins died recently and there was an outpouring of love on her facebook page of how much she was loved and going to be missed. Why don’t we let people know that while they’re still alive? I don’t think for a moment that it will solve everyone’s problems, but I sure as hell know that I would like it if I knew that I was liked and not just tolerated.
Why is it so hard to say “Hi, I like you. I think we could be friends. Want to hang out?”
I just don’t get it. I know I have a problem with it myself because I’m a social oddbod and run away from social situations a lot, but still. Why is it only after you’re dead that people profess how much you mean to them? I know that I’d feel a lot better if I knew for sure (in writing, signed in triplicate) that people liked me.